[h1][center] Serene, the Rockwoman [/center][/h1]

[u]January 2nd, 1:16 am
Upper Earth Orbit, Sector 34[/u]

Most people would have been shaken up at the sight of green light and constructs forming around their spaceship. Or at the situation in general. But she wasn't most people. Hardlight technology, if she had to guess. Probably powered by the user's will, as opposed to some sort of power generator, given the lack of any visible battery packs. Or from a magical soource of power. Definitely worth studying later. Reminded her of an old design she'd worked with for a mech of hers, a long time ago. For a moment, her lips flipped down in a frown, recalling that lost design, before she felt the ship accelerating, the sudden motion increase pushing her back into her seat. Serene toggled a command, and quickly buckled herself into her seat. Never hurt to be safe. The irony though, it was just her, and well...one other who acted as the crew. Maybe she should have, in the past world, invested in building some of her long lost androids, but that was a time from long ago. Better when it was just her and her own gear. But one digresses.

She was silent until Champ spoke. Not a raspy voice, but a strong one, especially given the whole in space matter. She could respect that. Probably alien biology, all things considered. [i]"Dwarves? If they're anything like the defthanded ones of my home world, I'm sure we'll get along amicably. Most iterations I've run into are fine folk, unless Dark Dwarves. So yes, I feel fine about them, so long as we get along, why? Know some who don't mind harboring a ship?"[/i] Maybe extra words, but given her lack of...other person contact, it could be explained away rather easily. The thought of other blacksmiths did excite her in a way she couldn't quite name. Hopefully they were friendly, right?